This is a song about "Killing ang drugs"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Killing like every single beat,

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

I got a dollar and a dream

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Not for attention for killing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Snooping around and killing

But most times darling the sequel sucks

You better call cops,coz this drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

My divine itching and shrine killing

Check the stats, my team winning